Still breathing heavily but remembering where she was Helen listened carefully for any sounds of anyone else maybe in another cubicle. There weren't a...y. She decided to stay where she was for a few minutes and savour the continuing stinging all over her bottom. She stood and ran her fingers along the still raised wheals and pictured herself in her mind being caned and how she saw Georgina holding the cane as she glanced sideways at her. It was a gorgeous memory for her to take home. She even. She was mostly an art teacher back at my old school, occasionally substituting as a math teacher. Her body was pretty damn good for a 40 year old MILF, still shapely and curvy, and have a nice ass. Her ass was so fine, every time she wore a skirt, her ass would look like they're bulging a bit. She's got normal sized breasts, and she looked absolutely gorgeous, in a mature older lady kind of way, definitely by my standards. She's my art teacher for my class, which are mostly filled with art. Most the time, she just saw her mom in a large T-shirt and g-string panties, sitting next to me in my underwear. Sometimes, though, if we came across an especially hot set of pictures, I would begin to moan and groan and Melissa would laugh at me and tell me to calm down. Her hand snuck quick rubs over my hardness though. Even through my underwear, her ministrations felt delicious.At our hotel, though, our situation grew even more adventurous. Katie was often the first in bed. Melissa would. ’ ‘You owe me an apology.’ I was stunned into silence. I couldn’t imagine what she was talking about. Suddenly, she smiled. ‘You used to pull my pigtails.’ That smile changed the whole atmosphere. ‘Guilty as charged,’ I admitted with a laugh. ‘Can you ever forgive me?’ Still smiling, Allie rose and walked around the desk to shake my hand. ‘I’ll think about it.’ We chatted briefly before I remembered my meeting. She insisted I return for coffee and a longer talk, which lasted so long we.